Marion E. McAnear

It’s Late But Not Quite Time Yet - Poem by Marion E. McAnear

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It’s late but not quite time yet For the dark to dim the brain My time has run for e’er so long I await the start of the train. If there is a train at all And places within for man I hope to have a window seat To see as much as I can. For there’s the age-old question mark Are these made-up stories real? And is there really a reward for us Who follow those with zeal? Or is the end a void Scraps of life—that sort of thing? A shirt, some shoes, a Sunday suit And, to show my troth, a ring.